Stratholme God

Chapter 794 For Azeroth (1 more)
When they saw the fuchsia robe fabric on the tray, the girls around McDonald didn't react much. After seeing McDonald glanced at Kalia with excited eyes in surprise...

well!I understand everything!

In fact, as early as after the Alliance killed the bug leader of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, they found the same style of robes from the collection.They are the blue [Guardian Saint Robe] and the khaki [Combat Guard Robe].

However, this thing, Faye is ugly to wear, and Fajie, who is not thick-skinned, dare not wear it.

Kalia took a set of [Roonin's Robe] because she had a lot of them before, so it's not easy to grab it with other sisters.In the end, after almost pressing the plug, Calpurnia and Solanian each reluctantly took one.

[Quicksand Robe] Although the attribute increase provided is powerful, it is more used... ahem!
It's embarrassing to take it in public. It's another matter for the tribe to designate tribute to Kalia.

One can tell at a glance that Thrall has done his homework a long time ago. He knows the tangled relationship between McDonald and Kalia. They are both childhood sweethearts, and because of Terenas' harm to the Eastern Kingdom, they have never been able to get married.

This is how to borrow flowers to worship Buddha like a stroke of genius.

It should be said that Thrall had become the great chief at a young age, and his talents in "Emotional Intelligence" and "Brotherhood" were full!

Even if McDonald knew Sal's intentions, he couldn't get disgusted, so he could only sigh.

"Great chief, this gift is too expensive!"

Thrall grinned: "The tribe doesn't have a suitable female archmage, so let's take it as a testimony of friendship. Even temporarily."

Sal is so good, what else can McDonald say?
"Okay! The alliance can't be too stingy." Glancing at Thrall's ocean suit, McDonnell snapped his fingers: "Come here, bring me a [Extinction Breastplate] for the chief."

[Extinction Breastplate] The top equipment for fury battle at this stage.No matter what, it was a hundred times better than the poor blue outfit on Thrall.

The dignified chief of the tribe, there is no reason to prevent war, right?
With the short handle size of [Doomhammer], it's useless to use it as a weapon.

This time it was Thrall's turn to be a little bit overwhelmed, he really wanted it if he didn't brag.

Just looking at the aura of power overflowing from this epic chest armor, he knew that the value of this thing was definitely not less than the gift he gave.

What he sent was what the Horde didn't need, what the Alliance gave him was what he urgently needed, and the two judged each other.

Of course, this is also in line with the current strength ratio between the tribe and the alliance. In front of him is a famous dog in the world. If he doesn't kill him, I'm really sorry for myself.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Thrall calmed down: "Since it is the leader's kind intention, I gladly accept it."

With a good start, the two happily shook hands.

cough!
Although McDonnell has grown to almost 1.9 meters, but compared with Sal who is [-] meters, he is like a smash.

It doesn't matter, at least at this moment, as long as someone in Mai thinks, he can physically change Sal by one meter at any time.

The two sat down at a round table with a diameter of less than two meters. This style of painting made Sal inexplicably comfortable.

It's not the slender rectangular table of the old-fashioned aristocrats, the feeling of distinguishing between the host and the guest, and even rejecting people thousands of miles away early on, is quite bad.

Thrall's opening remarks: "The evil undead is the enemy of all the living. The Scourge has brought us all extremely painful scars. I propose that the Horde and the Alliance join forces again, put aside all disputes for the time being, and give priority to eliminating the incoming flying air Fortify Naxxramas."

"totally agree!"

To be honest, semi-retired bosses were killed on both sides. With the same interests, there is nothing to talk about in the general direction.

The content of the talks between the top leaders of the two sides can be said to be harmonious.

Those who don't know will not feel that the two sides were enemies of life and death in the past, and a fierce war will break out in the future.

It is sincerity that Sal came in person. Since McDonald accepted, the rest will be left to the deputies to discuss.

It's nothing more than the tribe's weakness, and they want to prostitute the alliance's supplies and military rations. The alliance is a landlord's family and has no surplus food, so it won't give it if it can't.

In the afternoon, the two sides of the meeting had become Vol'jin with a few blood elves, and the alliance diplomats headed by Lor'themar and Darion fired dynamic death lights, fought with each other, and spat at each other, and then continued after spraying. Sit down and talk, and continue to spray if you are not happy with the talk.

Even the two parties themselves did not think that they would lean on deckchairs under parasols and enjoy the sea view in the summer and sea breeze.

It was a small fjord left intentionally empty by Fenner's sword, and towering sand dunes flanked the horizon.

The sand dunes are full of neat tropical plants, such as coconut trees. If you don’t observe carefully, you can’t even see the turret behind the sand dunes.

Behind, the towering city wall is also blocked by sand dunes, and all that can be seen is a row of wooden houses with a very tropical style by the sea.

Saar let go of it, so he was wearing a pair of big pants, leaning on the sturdy special recliner, holding his head in his hands: "Oh, I really don't know, so there is such a beautiful place in the world."

"The world is big, if you have the chance, it's best to walk around."

"If there is a chance..." Thrall suddenly had a bitter mouth, and an impulse surged in his heart for no reason: "If...if the Alliance and the Horde no longer confront each other..."

Sal actually said that, which made Macdonald stunned for a moment.

Damn it, there was no orc invasion back then, where did the alliance come from?

After thinking about it, thinking of Sal's experience in this life, Macdonald became a little enlightened.After all, Thrall was a good person, and he didn't personally participate in the few battles where the orcs invaded the Alliance. After all, he had little experience of the bloody cruelty of these battles.

Interestingly, Thrall actually has the taste of an idealist?

If the Alliance and the Horde don't go to war in the next generation, and survive the long years, maybe they will really forget the harm they caused to each other.

Unfortunately, this assumption is doomed to be impossible.

"Azeroth is big, but too small for giant organizations like the Alliance and Horde."

Thrall was stunned for a moment, then immediately relieved: "Yes!"

At this point, it is impossible for anyone to abolish their martial arts, put the fate of the race in the hands of other clans, put their necks under the swords of other clans, and then long for the other clan's infinite sense of justice and endless mercy.

Without words, McDonnell clinked glasses of Lordaeron rice wine with the orc special brew in Thrall's hand.

Unexpectedly, Thrall suddenly said: "In this world, are there more horrible existences that we hate each other more than us? I heard that there is more than one Old God. There are four elemental lords like Ragnaros?"

Congratulations, blind student, you have found Hua Dian again.

McDonnell was sore when he heard it.

Damn!Isn't Sal too smart?
He stretched out his middle finger to touch the sunglasses on his cheek: "Don't worry! If the alliance can kill the first elemental lord, if it can kill the first ancient god, it can take care of the second, third, and last one."

Thrall didn't deny it, just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and once again reached out and handed over the large glass filled with wine by the attendant: "Cheers to the peace of Azeroth."

How about McDonald?He rolled his eyes and clinked glasses with Thrall: "For Azeroth!"

(End of this chapter)